Avion was the first to wake up the next day. He decided to check around the area before waking the others. As he made his rounds, he noticed a goblin without a head lying dead next to his bag. He found the head not far away, set next to a tree. It was missing an eye and had a look of mischief on it's face. Fletch probably took care of it last night, Avion thought. He then went around to wake the others. Dan quickly gathered some supplies for a fire and had breakfast cooked within minutes. Etzin was cleaning his axe as Avion and Fletch discussed what happened with the goblin. "Caught the little guy trying to make a getaway with yer sword. Didn't mean to kill him, but small goblin added to a large dart doesn't usually mean he lives," Fletch explained, chuckling at the last part. Avion listened closely and laughed at the story, then went to go eat. They ate in silence, and once everyone was finished, they set off again.
As they finally exited the forest, Avion saw a town at the base of the mountain. "Fletch, do you know what town that is?" Avion asked. "Aye, that I do. It's the little hamlet of Turbon. Small town, but very prosperous since it's the only one for miles with a tavern. We should supply ourselves there," Fletch replied. They all agreed, and made their way to the entrance of the town.
Wow...just wow. As a constant book reader like myself. I am loving this story! Great detail, little to no spelling errors, It's amazing! Keep it up! And hey, one more thing, have some females in the story, that would be great to read about! Other than that continue! <3
Read most of the first page, quality stuff. I'm guessing you're british? And how old are you if you don't mind me asking?
Avion started through the market area. It was quieter and not as busy as most markets, but still active. He stopped at a food stall and bought fruit and meat for the group. He then made his way over to the tavern to buy drinks. There were only five people at the inn, including Avion. It was run down and tattered, with one ripped pairing hanging above a small fireplace. The floorboards creaked as he walked to the bar, which was made of oaken wood that had rotted away with time. He sat on a stool which he was almost sure would give way when he sat down, and ordered a pint of ale. It was at this time that a rather large man, dressed in a leather tunic and cut off pants, ripped and full of holes, walked up to him in a drunken stupor. "Pleash buy me a drink, kind shir?" the drunk man asked Avion. Avion turned to look at him. He could tell the man was completely gone and shook his head. "I think you've had enough, my friend," he replied. The man looked at him with a sorrowful expression on his face. "Pleash shir? Jusht one little drink?" the man pressed on. Avion turned back toward his on mug and shook his head. The man became enraged. "I shaid... BUY ME SHA DRINK!" he yelled. He grabbed Avion's ale and slammed it into the paladin's face. Avion tumbled backwards. He hit his head off a table and made a loud thud as he hit the floor. He looked up in a daze as his vision started to go black. The large man had a knife now, and was raising it above him, preparing to bring it down with force. But just as he got to the top of his reach, a barbed metal chain shot out from behind him and wrapped itself around his hand. The barbs shredded through the drunk's flesh and lacerated his wrist. Avion heard a scream of pain before everything went dark.
I think I have a name that I like already, but thanks for the help. I have a second female that I'm not sure I'll be able to use yet but if I do then I'll make sure to use that name